With This Ring. Lee McKenzie

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      He waited for her to finish her sentence, but she didn’t. “Grown-up?” he asked.

      There was that dimple again, and he had to resist the urge to stroke the tip of his finger across it.

      “Definitely grown-up. And thank you for not…” She stopped herself and her face flushed pink.

      I’ll be damned, he thought. Had she actually thought he might make a pass at her? He searched those soft brown eyes, looking for a hint of wishful thinking, but detected none.

      He moved closer and she stepped back until she was against the kitchen counter. “This is what you expected?” He put his hands on the counter on either side of her and leaned closer but without touching her.

      Her eyes went wide.

      “This was the last thing on my mind. Under the circumstances, making a pass at you would have been out of line. But now that you’ve suggested it…”

      She eyed him warily. “I didn’t suggest anything.”

      That’s right, he reminded himself. If anyone was guilty of wishful thinking, he was.

      “I’ll just say one more thing,” he said as he backed away from her.

      “What’s that?” Her voice was barely audible.

      “I always thought Gerald Bedford was a jerk but until today I never had him pegged as a fool.”

      “I don’t think he is.”

      “Trust me, he is. And when he realizes how badly he screwed up, he’ll think so, too.” He’d bet that regret was already eating at Bedford like a cancer. Guys that arrogant thought they could have it all—beautiful wife, slutty mistress and whatever else money could buy. If he hadn’t come to his senses yet, he soon would. When he did, would he try to get Leslie to take him back?

      And would she fall for it?

      Brent wanted to believe she was too sensible for that, even though it was none of his business. Had nothing to do with him at all. He’d keep her here as long as he could, but once she was ready to go back home and face the world, they’d go back to being casual acquaintances. She’d ignore him if she ran into him at the deli, or avoid him altogether.

      Coping with that would be easier if she didn’t get back together with Gerald. Since he couldn’t tell her that, he decided it was time to change the subject.

      “I still have to deliver that lumber to a job site and take the truck back to the warehouse.”

      “Are you taking Max with you?”

      “I can if you want me to.”

      “No, leave him here. He’s good company. I promise I won’t feed him again. Is there anything else I’m not supposed to do?”

      Brent scratched the dog behind the ears. “He’s pretty tough. Aren’t you, boy?”

      Max panted in agreement.

      Brent remembered what his mother had said earlier. What about toiletries? He’d rather not have to make another trip to the drugstore but if Leslie needed something, he’d get it for her. “Do you need me to pick up anything for you?”

      “I’ll be fine.”

      He suspected she was going easy on him, and he had no argument with that. “You can put your things in the spare room,” he said. “Make yourself at home.”

      “Thanks. I really appreciate everything you’ve done.”

      Be interesting to see if she still felt that away after she saw what was in the bag. “I guess I should pick up something for dinner, too. Do you like pizza? Or Chinese?”

      “Chinese would be great. Do you get it from Wong’s Kitchen?”

      “Isn’t it the only Chinese restaurant in town?”

      “I guess it is. I don’t eat a lot of takeout but I do like their curried noodles.”

      “One of my favorites, too. What else would you like?”

      “I’ll leave that up to you. Surprise me.”

      Mr. Wong’s menu had all the usual standards. No surprises there. Leslie would definitely be surprised that Brent wasn’t over his high school crush, though. Hell, even he was caught off guard because until today, he’d been pretty sure he was.

      You might be able to fool yourself, but you can’t fool me. His mother was right. He wasn’t fooling anybody. Least of all himself. He wasn’t over her, and he probably never would be.

      AS SOON AS Brent pulled out of the driveway, Leslie checked her voice mail again. Five more calls. This time only one person hadn’t left a message. Nick had returned hers and said to let him know if she needed anything. Her mother had called again, this time with a harsher reprimand and a reminder that if she wasn’t going through with the wedding, she would have to return all the gifts. Leslie punched the key to delete it.

      Two more from Allison, whose worried tone had escalated to annoyed. “I know you’re checking your messages, Leslie. Why won’t you call me?” and “I’m sending John over to your place again. I can’t believe you’re making us worry like this.”

      She banged the receiver back into its cradle a little harder than she needed to. “Damn it, Allison. This is not about you.”

      But she knew everyone, with the exception of her brother, would make this their business. Thank God she didn’t have to go home and deal with the phone calls and people dropping by to check up on her.

      She picked up the bag of clothing Brent had brought for her and carried it into his spare room. As she emptied the contents onto the bed, Max jumped up and flopped down next to them. The teddy bear immediately caught her attention. Max’s, too.

      “Hey,” she said, snatching it out of his reach. “You have your own bear. Brent gave this one to me.” She picked it up and for a few seconds, tears blurred her vision. Early that morning a courier had delivered Gerald’s wedding gift. The diamond necklace and matching earrings were stunning, but they hadn’t triggered any kind of emotional response. Maybe because she’d been expecting them. Not those exact pieces, but she’d known he would give her something extravagant.

      The teddy bear was unexpected, and kind of sweet. Most men sent flowers when they were trying to make a woman feel better but it was becoming apparent that Brent wasn’t like most men, at least not the ones she knew. She set the bear against the pillow and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of his T-shirt.

      “I’ll call him Max.” The dog looked up at her. “That seems like a good name for my teddy bear, don’t you think?” When her life was back to normal and she was back in her own home, she would still have Max the teddy bear as a reminder of being rescued by Brent and being here.

      She turned her attention to the clothes. He’d really been concerned they might not be good enough for her. He also thought Gerald wasn’t good enough for her, and she liked that. СКАЧАТЬ